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Thank you.

to the airport, senor. Señor, yo tengo
un problema.

Una amiga de mi y yo, el día de mañana,
yo es muy tarde.

the paper with your address on it, and
here I am.

Well, uh, let's see. Should we take my
cab or yours?

That or yours. You're traveling light as
usual. Well, you know me. I'm a just

-in -case packer.

La Cibele, known to some as the symbol
of Madrid.

And right behind it is the famous Madrid
post office.

The only post office in the world that
looks like a cathedral.

You've been reading again.

For weeks. I know everything about Spain
except Spanish.

Maggie, you look wonderful.

And I was afraid you'd be all pale and
sad.

Oh, because of the affair that I had?

I was trying to be delicate.

There was nothing delicate about that
affair. But it's over now. Oh, yes, that

was last...

Oh, it's so creepy, but I love it. Well,
you'll love the apartment even more.

It's creepy.

What did they say?

Well, that one just said what a soft
pillow you'd make.

What? No, it's a compliment.

Well, I'll just straighten him out. Oh,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

If you look, it's a sign of
encouragement.

It could be worse. In Rome, they pinch.

I just asked him to take the bags
upstairs.

It's too much for him. He says when his
wife returns from the market, she'll do

it. Come on.

What?

It's a palace.

But they're good.

This is my room.

That's your room? You know what that is.
And this is Fran. She's gone for a...

Oh, no, she hasn't. Come on in.

Fran, this is Susie Higgins. Fran
Hobson. Susie, you asked me about Fran.

here she is. Gone native.

Even a little gypsy.

Things, dances, a little modeling.

A little bit of everything, including
lazy.

She should have gone to rehearsal.

Thanks, Susie. You'll love it. Where's
my bathroom?

Bathroom? Yeah. I'll help you. What
color? You'll love it.

So leisurely here, there's time to do
things, and that racing around.

Just good, quiet, peaceful living.

Ah! Bathroom.

Antonio will kill me. He works out all
week, and then when he has the decency

give me two weeks for rehearsal, the
least I can do is show up.

Today's Monday.

Huh?

Monday.

Monday.

Oh, no.

needs you.

We also need your rent money.

For Jacha's breakfast.

All right, you've told me everything
about Spain, but you haven't mentioned

men.

Didn't you hear me?

What about the men?

Shall we?

She'll find out sooner or later.

There aren't any.

Why, the place is crawling with men.

Try not to catch their eye, darling, or
they just explode.

I was just proving a point. There are
men around.

Not for us. The rich, attractive ones
are already married. Okay, I'll take a

poor one.

Oh, no, he'd be too proud to take out a
rich American girl. Are you kidding me?

You mean Spanish men are that different?

No, you can always have an affair.

I don't want an affair.

You mean you've never... No.

But don't spread it around.

Have you?

Here, have some sardine sandwich.

They've got their heads on.

That's the best part.

I forgot to tell you that so -and -like
slap on the office call. Oh, Pete.

Pete who?

He's one of the American reporters at
the Continental.

Relax,

he's got a girl. In fact, doesn't.

And he said that that Mr. Barton was
trying to... Oh, Paul!

Hello? Oh, hi, Pete.

A minor crisis.

I have to go down to the office. Do you
want to come with me? Oh, well, no

thanks. I think I'll unpack and take a
nice hot bath and look up some art to

study. Well, is there anything I can do
for you before I leave?

Yes. What?

Who's Paul Barton?

That's Maggie's boss.

Understanding, unforgettable, and
unassuming.

Oh, I'm good.

Mary. And fatherly.

Good morning, Arturo.

Is Mr. Barton in? No, not yet.

Oh, I see Pete is.

Well, is there anything important in the
world news?

No.

Reading my mail, Pete?

Don't underestimate me, Maggie, dear. I
don't have to get this close. I can read

letters on desks from 30 pages upside
down.

Oh, I saw your, um... You won't go home.

I don't exactly know what to do with it.
Oh, you'll think of something.

What's the boss's minor crisis?

A great man doesn't confide in me.

Look, Maggie dear, you mind my using
your typewriter? Mine isn't writing such

good coffee lately.

Maybe it's drinking too much lately.

Maybe it's not drinking enough lately.

Making it nice and pretty for our
beloved boss.

That lover of all things Spanish.

That fine, upstanding, 15 -year
expatriate. He's not an expatriate. He

taxes. Ah, there she goes, leaping to
the front lines to take the bullet meant

for him.

You write in purple, too, Pete?

I write pretty good, Maggie. Lousy
editing seems to be my problem.

You give Mr. Barton a character sketch
in depth and he pairs it down to a

laundry list.

We're being kicked out of the building
this afternoon.

What are you talking about?

Then your Martinez didn't like our terms
for the new lease.

So we're out.

No wonder he was offended. He was
dealing with you.

Where was Paul?

Our revered boss is off doing something
really important.

He's arranging for a party for some rich
cat from New York. The revered boss is

right here.

Our rich cat from New York, she were
rocking to the plans. He's arriving

tomorrow night.

So that's the crisis.

Why not next week?

Because he is cutting his trip short.
His wife's tired of drip -dry blouses.

Well, what about the arrangements for
the party?

I'm changing them, that's what.

Pete, there's a reservation over at the
Belmont for a double suite with Terrace

named C .D. Morton for tomorrow. Will
you pick it up, please?

A double suite with Terrace?

Why, he must be an important guy.

He is. Twenty newspapers.

Twenty.

Well, if he's that important, maybe you
or Maggie better handle the double suite

with Terrace.

I might blow it.

Huh? He offended Senor Martinez, the
landlord, today.

All right, I'll get to that later.
Meanwhile, you take care of this, Pete.

need Maggie here.

Yes, I can see that.

That was a pretty good article you had
yesterday.

What you left of it.

That's the same argument I used to have
with my boss.

Who won?

He did.

The whole fool was right.

About the party tomorrow night.

Oh, well, I got the food and the wine
ordered, and my wife's calling up the

guests, so... What about the
entertainment?

Oh, I don't know yet. Well, I can get
Fran.

She's very good, really.

And she can get Antonio Gunn.

Okay.

Well, shall I call Senor Martinez for
you?

No, I'd better do it myself.

Oh, why do you let Pete talk to you like
that?

Well, he's worth it.

I hope.

I'll call Fran.

Are you busy tomorrow night?

No, why?

I have a job for you.

Where? At the Barton House. Every
important person in Madrid will be

But it's a short notice. I need Antonio
and a guitarist. We'll have to rehearse

all night. It's impossible.

I'll do it.

Señorita.

No se mueva.

No es nada.

Lo siento.

Te ha hecho sangre en la rodilla.

No se preocupe. Yo tuve la culpa.

I don't know when he's bleeding, you
beautiful, dumb clock.

Then we must fix it.

Oh, it's a thought. I didn't know he's
poking us.

I'm a doctor.

What a way to tell my business.

Good. No broken bones.

Not deep.

But we'd better see to it.

Oh, but I can't. I'm late now.

Try me mi maletín, por favor.

But it's only a scratch. I don't want...
What?

Gracias.

How long you been a doctor?

A year.

Where's your office?

In my home.

Where's your home?

Estopona. I never heard of that street.

Not a street.

Small fishing village.

Far? Costa del Sol, about 300 miles.

What are you doing in Madrid?

Studying the workings of a clinic.

For how long?

Oh, a day or two.

You don't talk much, do you?

No. Do you ever smile?

How does this feel?

you should do that more often. What?

Am I all through? Yes.

Well, aren't you going to pour brandy
down my throat?

No. Possible internal injuries.

No internal injuries.

I'll get you, Sherry. Hey, what's your
name?

Andres Briones.

Well, don't you want to know mine?

Thank you, Andres.

The doctor is gone.

Gone? Hey!

Didn't pay for the treatment!

That's all right.

You can pay for the sherry.

El Principe de Pau de San Carlos.

art lover?

No, no.

I feel it is more.

Her lover deserted her.

I can assure you, not her.

I don't know. Maybe she's not the
Fouquet's of some.

No. Her husband deserted her.

Not married. No ring.

Ah, yes.

Monty, how do you know?

What do you mean, how do I know? Why,
no, it's...

Anyway, Americans are always handsome.

The last time I let you have that
princess, remember? Now, you be fair.

Adios, Juan.

Thank you.

De nada, senorita.

Emilio Lacayo.

Oh.

Who are you?

Susie Higgins.

Oh.

Well, then, if it was none of those
reasons, then you must have wept because

the beauty of the paintings.

I must tell you, rarely do we see a
stranger so moved by our Spanish

masterpieces.

Oh, thank you.

But that wasn't it.

No?

Well, then, please, you must tell me
now.

Why were you crying?

I got homesick.

Oh. Seems pretty silly, doesn't it?

No.

Oh, not another.

No. Oh, you do not like it? It is
horchata, one of our favorite summer

I love it. It's like an almond
milkshake.

But, uh, can you...

I'm going to say, can you afford it?

Hmm? I mean, a man who has no place to
go in the afternoon but an art gallery.

Ah, I see, I see. You think I'm out of
work.

Well... Or do you think I'm a gigolo?

Never crossed my mind. Well, you are
right.

I'm out of work.

It could happen to anybody.

Yes, yes, it could.

You are suddenly nervous. What is wrong?

Oh, um, it's dinner time, 8 o 'clock
almost.

Mm -hmm. In Madrid, we often do not dine
until midnight.

Oh, that's right. I read about that.

Crazy.

May I be allowed to see you again?

Is it done?

All the time.

I mean, I don't know much about your
country except from books, but you did

me up in a way.

And from what I've read, Spain is murder
on that kind of thing. Oh, yes, yes,

yes, you are right, yes.

Well, then we must find a nice Spanish
family to introduce us.

But I don't know a nice Spanish family.

I have an American friend, Maggie
Williams. She's known me for years.

We roomed together at college.

Maggie Williams?

The beautiful American girl who works
for my friend Paul Barton?

Why, yes.

You know Maggie?

Yes, we have met.

Cookie?

She will not have nice things to say
about me.

Then I won't listen.

You are very wise.

Oh, yeah.

Just pick it out.

Pick what out?

What did...

Put that away.

They teach you nothing in America about
a man's pride? Sabian.

I thought Spanish people were supposed
to be so polite.

Well, we are.

Then why are you shouting at me?

Some of us are also very cruel.

I'm sorry I made you cry so soon.

It wasn't you.

No, it wasn't?

Then what?

I'm homesick again.

Oh.

Maggie! I forgot to bring my pearl
earrings.

Oh, I have one. Come on. Oh, thank you.

Hey, save me. I'll save you soon. I do.

That must be the farting car. God said
he'd send it for us early.

Are you two all ready?

Just think, my first Spanish party. Oh,
well, don't be too disappointed, Susie.

Yeah, I can't help it.

What a dog. I told you. Not one man has
noticed us. They don't dare. They're all

here with their wives.

Well, anyway, I think your Paul Barton
is marvelous.

Isn't his wife stunning?

Yeah, but it's too long. Is it?

What's he like?

Oh, very social. You know, potty -seed.
The perfect lady loves living in Madrid.

What's he like to you?

Oh, darling, that's a dirty trick.

What's he like to you?

Confusing. Sometimes I almost think
there's hope.

And then he turns fatherly again.

Why don't you throw yourself at him? I
freeze.

What? Boy, don't you? The bell of Bronx?

No, no.

Paul! Hello. Nice to see you. This is
Boston.

Hello. There he is, the one I told you
about. Where? The one who just came in

with the homely girl. Oh, no, not him.

But that's Emilio Lacayo. What about
him? Oh, start running.

He said you'd say something rotten.

Susie, Emilio Lacayo is from one of the
oldest and richest families in Spain.

He's also the most heartless, corrupt,
and human man that ever lived. Is that

all? I was afraid he was a gigolo.

Don Carlos, nice to see you. Nice to see
you. How have you been, huh?

Maria, will you excuse me? I want to say
hello to my cousin.

Please. Would you take care of her? Give
her one drink, and don't touch.

He's coming over here. What'll I do?

Steady, old man. He's a creep, he's a
creep, he's a creep.

Maggie, how good to see you.

How have you been?

Oh, please excuse me, but this beautiful
young lady and I are old, old friends.

Oh, you two haven't met.

Oh, well, Susie, this is Senor Emilio
Macayo, Miss Susie Higgins.

Encantado. If I call you, will you have
lunch with me? You call me and we'll

see. Great thing tomorrow. Nice to see
you.

Isn't he wonderful?

Yes, he was.

No, he isn't.

And you've just been chosen as the next
sacrificial lamb. But he didn't even

look at it. No, but before the week is
out, he'll be rushing you. And I do mean

off your feet.

Really? How?

Well, first he'll try the exquisite way.
You know, a small bunch of flowers, a

perfect little dinner with just a
perfect little wine. And then he'll send

caviar and champagne to the apartment
for you and your friend.

And he'll think of you with little
luxury items.

What else?

he may drive a lonely cab.

You know, pity me, my life is empty. Or
the other one, age and dissipation have

crippled me.

And then there's the, would you like to
see my Tristan collection?

And then if all else fails, he'll ask
you to marry him. But he doesn't even

me. Ah, but that's exactly what you will
say. And then you will tumble into bed

with him in order to get better
acquainted.

But what if I don't? Well, then he'll
drop your flat, my dear. But you will

him and you will say, Oh, Emilio, what
have I done? What's wrong with me?

And that very night, you will tumble
into bed with him, grateful to know that

there was nothing really wrong with you
after all. So that's how he does it.

Well, who does he think he is? He's a
creep, he's a creep, he's a creep.

But if I'm next on his list, why is he
paying so much attention to that girl?

Oh, Susie.

Thank you.

Let's go!

Some people just run from the fun things
in life

The

boredom they've got you could cut with a
knife

They're the ones who look up as the jets
go by.

But you take me.

I just gotta be.

We're the ones that fly.

Give me the pleasure seekers.

Every time.

Spare me the naughty world watchers.

Give me pleasure, seeker.

You see, it's cocktails at night.

At midnight we dine. Then bubbly.

Looks like it's almost daylight out.
Couldn't we slip out without anyone

us? We could drop dead without anyone
seeing us. I'm dead.

Me too.

Let's go.

Maggie, you want to dance?

Yes, I'd love to.

You're dead all right.

But what a way to go.

You dance beautifully too.

What? I mean, aside from... Looking
good.

Thank you.

You know, we never have danced together
before.

No. I mean, no, we haven't.

You should do it more often.

Paul.

You're joking, aren't you?

What if I'm not?

Well, that's the trouble.

If we're just having a light
conversation, well, I guess I've lost

If you really mean it. Buddy, me and...
Sorry, Maggie. You look much too pretty

tonight.

Back in your own backyard, Barton.

Thanks, Maggie.

Oh, excuse me. Something wrong?

Pete, would you take me home? Sure,
sure. Let me notify my tornado from

I'm sorry, Pete. Did she mind? Broke her
up.

The idea was to break her down.

Thanks for

not

asking any questions.

Okay. I just don't want to talk about
it. Fine. Well, aren't you even

interested? None of my business.

That's the trouble with the world today.
Nobody cares what happens to anybody.

Okay, I'm interested.

What's this question I'm not supposed to
ask? Why am I drowning in this dragon

soup? It's easy.

You're in a strange country. You had an
unhappy experience and you got over it,

right? Paul, help me get over it.

Ah, that's the point.

And that's the trouble with getting over
an unhappy experience. You get lonesome

for the agony.

You start looking for a new unhappy
experience.

But what I can't figure out is Barton's
dropping you. Dropping me for what?

Aren't you having an affair with him? Of
course not.

And what's your problem?

Well, if you must know, that's my
problem.

We go left.

Madrid, to the right. Left.

This can't be right.

Yes, it is. You just don't know Spain,
that's all.

And I don't plan to either.

What do you mean?

There's an opening in the Paris bureau,
and unofficially I'm told they're going

to ask for me.

What's in Paris? Some girl who said no?

Ha, ha.

Some place without Barton. You jealous
of him, Pete? Jealous? Of him?

The guy hasn't got a thing I want.

Not a thing.

All right, fine.

But you've been in Madrid three months
and you haven't learned anything.

And now you want to switch to Paris.

Yep, Barton recommends me. Of course
he'll recommend you. And you'll like

For a month or two.

And then you'll switch to Rome, then to
London.

And you'll always keep moving without
having learned anything.

And it'll be because you want to hang
loose.

Why, are you taking me apart? Because
somebody has to.

Paul won't. He thinks you're too good a
newspaper man to... not to shape up.

Well, I don't.

You slop around, you drink too much, you
see too many girls, and you waste your

time grousing when you could be a... a
fairly confident newspaper man, if you

really worked at it.

I didn't know you cared.

Oh, forget it.

I don't want to forget it. You're right,
Maggie.

But then you're right about a lot of
things, aren't you? Yes, I am.

Yes, sir, a man would be a fool not to
listen to you.

Remind me to take your advice more
often.

What's the matter?

Well, you can't win them all.

True.

And let me straighten you out on
something else, my dear.

I know how Barton feels about you.

How could he help it?

Just a minute for you.

Liverpool. Him?

But what'll I call him?

Senor? Don Emilio? What?

Try honey.

Well, hello there.

I was planning on driving to Toledo this
morning.

If you have not seen it, I would like to
drive you there.

Would you like that?

He wants me to drive to Toledo with him.
What'll I tell him?

Toledo. That's a new one. Tell him no.

Fine. Fine.

Oh, but of course. Of course. They will
have you back by tonight.

Yes, of course.

Shall I fetch you in half an hour?

Good. I'll be there pronto.

Goodbye. Adios.

Now, what do you think you're doing? I'm
going to teach him a lesson.

Lucy, you can't even handle him at 50
paces. All right.

But I know I can handle Emilio.

How? By following an old Spanish
captain.

Which one?

Thank you, Emilio. You are quite
welcome.

Excuse me. Have you found my gold pencil
yet?

Gold pencil?

Yes. Yesterday you said it was a gold
pen you lost.

Oh, I did?

No gold pencil has turned up and no gold
pen. Only the young doctor. He says he

has lost a rod of bandage.

Maybe he has the gold pencil.

Maybe she has the bandage.

Why did you run away from me?

I wanted not to see you, but I had to.

Had to?

To say goodbye.

I'm leaving Madrid this evening.

And not coming back?

No.

Oh, honey, you're such a drag.

Where are you going now?

Fishing. Where?

Segovia. Good.

You'll have to take me home first.

Why? Well, I can't fish all dressed up.

not coming with us?

No, you see, I'm going to... What a
terrible shame.

Tell me, do you always have to make fun
of your career?

I might as well. It's not going
anywhere.

Then why do it?

Why fish when there aren't any?

To keep from.

From what?

It's time to go home.

So the whole afternoon has meant
absolutely nothing.

We talk and talk, but we end up zero.

You're afraid of American girls, Doc?

It's late.

Well, where have you been?

This is what I've been trying to avoid.

Oh, let's avoid it some more.

Toledo, and we have the whole day alone
to ourselves.

Wonderful, Elizabeth, eh?

Wonderful, yes.

The burial of the Count of Orgaz by El
Greco.

One of the three great masterpieces in
the world of painting.

The first is Rembrandt's Night Watch in
Amsterdam.

The second, Velázquez's painting of the
Meninas in Madrid.

That was where we met.

And the third masterpiece is this.

When the Count of Orgaz died, St.

Augustine and St. Stephan appeared
miraculously to lower his body into its

with their own hands.

El Greco painted himself into the
picture.

He's the seventh gentleman from the
left, the face behind the hand.

El Greco's son is the little boy in the
left foreground.

In the right foreground...

Notice the marvelous way El Greco
treated the lacy, transparent surplice

the priest's black cathock.

Oh, yes.

Above the human heads, an angel holds
what appears to be a baby.

It is said to be the soul of the count.

Just above the angel to the right is St.
John the Baptist asking permission for

the count's soul to enter heaven.

With his right hand Jesus is gesturing
to st. Peter holding the keys of heaven

To permit the count to enter because he
was such a nice man and please stop

Why Because I've been out of description
oh

That's good.

I'm thirsty you are What's your steps be
careful of the last one

good that's fine

Here it is, a superb wine cellar. One of
the best in the entire world.

But you're always taking me someplace
dark.

Yes, well, it is less strain on the
eyes.

Come around here. There is a special
wine I want to show you. Well, I just

coke. It will not take a minute. Come,
Susie.

Ah, here it is. Mouton Rochelle, 1918.

One of the finest vintages... What

happened, Susie?

I know it is dark, but watch your hands.

What will you put them?

Shall we go in the cognac room? It's
less dark in there.

I

hate

to leave.

Yes, I know.

But we must.

Señor.

Susie, excuse me, please.

The sweet is available, sir.

Shall I reserve it?

But of course. And have flowers and
champagne.

And a bottle of aspen.

Well, thank God it's waiting.

Emilio, I want to say... What?

You first, eh?

Well, I want to make an apology, Emilio.

I heard some things about you, and I
wanted to teach you a lesson.

But I was wrong.

All you've done is given me a lovely,
lovely time.

And all I've heard is that you're a
cynical, heartless, corrupt man.

Ah, but I am.

Well, why do you say that?

Because with you, I want to be truthful.

Susie.

Will you marry me?

Susie?

Sure. When?

When?

Well, perhaps we should take a little
time. I know. Blood test. How long does

take? Three days?

Three days.

No, no, no, no. Susie, I was thinking
more of the courtship period. I've read

about that. I have to meet your family.
What about Monday?

No, Susie, no, no. Look, you don't
understand.

We must see if we are compatible.

Compatible how?

How?

Well, you know.

Oh, but we can't do that.

You've just asked me to marry you.

I guess we'll just have to see if we're
compatible in other ways.

There are no other ways. Oh, but of
course there are other ways. We both

art galleries. What about sports?

Oh, nothing stimulating or physical. No
touching.

Just nice, quiet, spectator sports.

A good, quiet soccer game?

That sounds nice.

Bullfight?

Should we, uh... Spectator. No touch.

That's it. The idea exactly.

Yes, I see.

Well, we must certainly take you to
these things.

Someday.

But first, we must take me home.

Home?

Ah, yes, I suppose we must do that.

Señor Lacayo.

Ah, yes. It has all been done.

Even the aspirin. Well, undo it.

Undo it? Mm -hmm. I have just lost a
battle.

Signor. Uh -huh. But not the war.

Signor.

To say that the Florence are citing is
criminal exaggeration. Not citing,

signor. Crumbling.

Then find new offices.

I shall. Come on.

Good morning.

Good morning. I see negotiations are
going well.

We ought to come to terms by the end of
the week, I hope.

You're late again.

Well, I overslept again.

Uh -huh.

You were out with Pete again? Mm -hmm.
He's showing me the nightlight. I hadn't

quite gotten used to it, but I'll
adjust.

Ah.

Something wrong?

No.

You and Pete having yourselves a little
affair?

You two must be filing the same story,
Chief. He thought you and I were having

one.

Oh, he did?

Mm -hmm.

Well, if he thinks that, that proves
he's not having one with you, either.

No, of course not.

I stand in line somewhere behind the
Barcelona butterfly, the Toledo tornado,

and the Salamanca cyclone.

He's in love with you.

Oh, here he is. He's so much in love
with me, he can hardly wait to get away

from here.

And go where?

There's an opening in the Paris office.

They said they'd ask for him. He was
afraid you wouldn't recommend him, but I

told him he was wrong.

And what do you say to that?

Nothing. But I think he'd quit
altogether.

You're crazy. You're the one that should
leave.

You know, it's a funny thing about Pete.
I used to be like him.

When I first came here, it might be kind
of hard to believe, but it's true.

I used to be a fighter.

I had to fight to build this place up,
and I had to fight to keep it together.

Like I said, it makes me kind of a noble
fellow.

So, why did I wake up this morning
wondering what happened to the last 15

of my life, why they were wasted, and
it's too late to move on?

What's the matter with you?

Why do you want me to leave?

What?

You said you wanted me to go.

I didn't say anything like that.

I didn't say I wanted you to leave.

Mother told me never to knock. She said
I'd meet more interesting people that

way. Pete.

If you want me for anything, I'll be
somewhere.

No, I guess that's what I'm sorry about.

Arturo. Yes, Mr. Barton.

A personal cable to Cantrella, New York.

Yes, sir. Message, understand Paris
Bureau interested in my man, Peter

My recommendation is negative. Repeat,
negative.

Stimulating? Hmm?

Is it stimulating?

Oh yeah.

No, no, no, my dear. It is an honor.

It means he is dedicating the bull to
you. You see?

You mean he's going to kill the bull for
me?

Yes.

But I don't even kill flies.

Susie, will you sit down and be quiet,
please?

Ah, that's it, that's it. Don't worry,
don't worry.

Exquisitely done.

It is all over, Susie. All over. There
is nothing to worry about. It is done.

Susie.

Susie, what are you doing?

Susie, what are you doing?

Thank you for dinner.

Oh, you did not eat anything, Susie.

I had a big lunch.

Good night.

Emilio? Yes?

I released you from our engagement.

What are you talking about?

It's all right.

Maggie told me all about it. About what?

About your different techniques. You
see?

I thought it would be different with me.

But it isn't.

You don't really love me at all.

And I have no intention of tumbling into
bed with you.

Are you saying goodbye to me?

Oh, I know your pride is hurt, but
you'll get over it.

So will I.

Ruthie, wait!

You have this all wrong.

I have?

Yes.

And I will not let you do this to us.

You won't? No.

No, now you just be very quiet while I
explain, huh?

I will explain everything.

Just be very quiet while I...

Say goodnight.

Maggie.

Hello, Paul.

Listen, I hate to call you in the middle
of the night, but I just got a cable

from New York, and I was looking for
Pete.

You're looking for Pete here at this
hour?

Well, I don't know where to call the
Salamanca Cyclone or the Toledo Tornado

the Barcelona or whatever you... Paul,
just who in the hell do you think you

are? What?

And just what makes you include me in
that little group of one -night stands?

Now, listen.

Are you having an affair with Pete? As
if it were any of your business. And

you call me up in the middle of the
night like I'm some kind of a floozy or

something. Maggie, look.

I am not having an affair with Pete or
anybody else. But I could if I wanted

And I just may at any given moment. And
you can put that in your newswire and

just flash it around the world. And
another thing. Maggie, shut up.

He might have left some message with
you.

Yes, he did. He's in Paris. He'll be
back in the morning.

Why didn't you say so in the first
place?

I didn't like your tone.

Then I apologize.

Just don't go around thinking that I'm
easy.

Just because I was once.

That's not what I think of at all.

If you really want to know what I think
of you... Well, some other time.

Okay.

You just tell Pete to be sure and get in
touch with me first thing in the

morning. Good night, Maggie.

Talk a little?

No, um...

What's so funny?

Nothing. I was thinking something else.

Maggie? Can you talk a minute? Something
wrong?

Oh, no.

How was your day with Emilio?

Well, I'm not sure.

Susie, you're so dumb.

I know I'm dumb.

But it's all I have to work with.

All right, make jokes about it. I told
you what kind of a man Emilio was. He's

rat, a cat, and a whole lot worse.

But you wouldn't listen to me, no.

You had to find out for yourself, didn't
you? But why are you mad at me?

I'm not mad at you. I'm just mad in
general.

You sleep with Emilio, and then you come
home making jokes about it. Well, the

jokes are going to get bigger and
bigger, and you're going to hate

and more. But, Mackie, I didn't. Didn't
what?

Sleep with Emilio.

Susie, then what are we talking about?

Maggie?

He's asked me to marry him.

I mean, really.

I mean, he's asked me to meet his
mother.

Well, somebody sometime had to throw the
old bull to me. I thought it too.

Come on, let's celebrate.

Well, how did you manage to do it?

Well, I tricked him.

But in an honest way.

I broke our phony engagement and his
pride couldn't stand it.

So now we're truly engaged.

If his mother likes him. Oh, don't
worry, she will. She'll love you.

And you really don't mind about Emilio?

Of course I don't mind. Why should I?

He was your last year's problem, wasn't
he?

Absolutely not.

Thanks. I'll lie to you too if you ever
need it.

Don't bother.

Your dumb honesty is much better than
lying any day.

The only thing is, you'll have to find a
new roommate.

I'll need two new roommates.

Fran's thinking of moving back to
America.

Nothing from her doctor at all? Not a
word since he left.

She's absolutely sunk.

Poor Fran.

Let's wake her up and tell her about
Jim.

She was here. She said she was going to
sleep.

Maggie, look.

Dear kids, back in a few days, love,
Fran.

P .S. I can't help it.

Well, I hope she makes it.

Where'd she go?

Over the hill.

What hill?

Only with those who come to me in the
night saying, I need a doctor.

There's something wrong with my heart.

I said that?

I was so afraid you wouldn't be glad to
see me.

I don't know what I said.

I was glad to see you.

How is your heart now?

What time does my plane leave tonight?

Nine? No.

Eight.

So soon?

No, it's all right.

We have the whole day.

One long, beautiful day.

Oh,

but everybody in Spain dances the
flamenco.

Everybody?

Say, mis besos son suaves como brisas.

Cantan en tu corazón all at once you're
hearing.

Musica, the darndest things are making.

Musica, your happy heart is making.

Musica. And should they ask you the
meaning thereof, you can tell them

everything makes music when you're in
love.

When the heart is full, and the tummy's
full, and the thigh is full of meat.

When the smile is warm, and the kiss is
warm, and it warms you through and

through. Oh, little ones, I hear it
more.

Because the darndest things are making
more.

Musica, your happy heart is making
musica. And should they ask you

the meaning in there?

Ha! The bones make music, the fish make
music, the kettle boiling, the

fish make music most.

Music when you're in love. Everything
makes music when you're in love.

Everything makes music when you're in
love.

There's another one tomorrow morning.

Come with me.

You know my work is here.

Well, then let me stay and help earn
money for your clinic.

You know I can't do that either.

Well, that's that.

The most beautiful two days of my whole
life.

Wasted on a fine, decent...

Stubborn, pig -headed, beautiful, dumb
cluck like you. This is the final call

for Iberia Airways flight from Malaga to
Madrid.

All right, when Pete gets in, could you
tell him I have a message for him?

He's packing.

Wow.

Looks like he brought back some
homework.

Maggie, dear.

Oh, Pete, congratulations on the new
job.

I didn't get it.

You didn't what?

Martin got word of it, Sam. He cabled
New York, New York cabled Paris, and now

Paris won't touch him. Oh, I don't
believe that. Paul wouldn't... Well,

must be some mistake. Sure.

So long.

Pete. Hmm?

I'm the one who told him.

I figured.

Too late. The job's gone.

But if it helps you any, I know you're
trying to help me.

Pete, at least see Paul.

He tried to reach you last night. He
wants to talk to you.

Sure. Tell him I'll send him a postcard.

In color.

See you around.

Did Mr. Barton say when he was coming
in?

Darling.

Oh.

I forgot my key.

I thought it was Emilio.

You're lucky it isn't.

Oh, goodness.

Emilio's coming to take me to meet his
mother, and I didn't want to get

wrinkled.

How is Estepona?

It's over.

He can't afford me.

Don't.

My mascara will run.

All right.

Did you say Emilio's mother?

Mm -hmm.

I'm so happy for you.

And I'm so sorry for you.

Wait a minute. What am I doing? I don't
have any mascara on.

What time is he picking you up? 3 .30.
What time is it now?

It's 4 .30.

But he's usually late, isn't he? He's
never late.

It has to be a misunderstanding.

You don't just say, I want you to meet
my mother and then forget it.

Wait a minute. Maybe that's what he
said. I want you to meet my mother, not

take you to meet my mother.

I'll get a cab.

Hey, wait a minute.

You're nuts.

Concerto de la Orquesta Sinfónica. Sí.

¿Y cócteles en casa de Murillo?

No.

Doña Teresa, una señorita le quiere
hablar.

¿Sí?

Señora Caio, I'm Susie Higgins.

I'm not sure, but I think you're
expecting me. You see, it got all mixed

thought he was to bring me, but he
didn't come, and then I thought perhaps

to meet him here.

But you're American.

How charming.

You didn't know?

Should I have known?

Why, yes.

How funny, Amilo didn't tell you.

But then he didn't tell me very much
about you either.

I didn't even know you spoke English.

You know, my son.

Why, yes.

That's why I'm here.

Sit down.

Didn't Emilio tell you about me?

Suppose you tell me.

Well, he and we... He's asked me to
marry him.

Una copia. I can't understand why he
isn't here.

How?

How well do you know my son?

I know about his technique with women,
if that's what you were going to say.

But this is different.

We love each other.

He's been wonderful to me, so gentle.

And he wanted me to meet you.

Don't you see? That makes it real and
different.

Probably. But why?

Why would he do a thing like that?

No, no. I think we will share this with
him.

The

young

lady is driving with you to Toledo. How
nice for both of you.

Mother, did you do this? No, you did.

In answer to your question, why my son
would do such a despicable thing, I do

not know.

Emilio is in many ways a charming and a
dear boy, but he's also selfish,

spoiled, and a cat.

I'm deeply and truly sorry for any pain
that my son and I have

caused.

Mother, did you not forget something in
your appraisal of me?

Yes.

I should have added that in your
behavior to this girl you were also a

Is that what you meant?

Yes.

That is exactly what I meant.

What are you doing?

I'm going back to good old New York,
which I never should have left in the

place.

What happened?

Andre's clinic, I told you about?

Yeah. He won't be able to afford
equipment for years, and he won't marry

let me help out because he's too proud.

So, there's nothing else, because he's
such a quack.

Oh, Fran.

And if Christopher Columbus had stayed
home and minded his own damn business

instead of being so nosy,

What's with you?

I wanted to see if she had room for some
of my things. What?

Going back with her.

He never meant a word of it. You were
right.

His mother didn't even know I was
coming.

And the worst of it is I'm not only mad
at him, I'm mad at myself for knowing a

rat like him. I hate him.

The only thing is... You still love him.

He's waiting in my office now. I'm going
to talk to him in a minute.

I want to talk to you first. Listen, how
would you like to go to a party?

Paul, this is Maggie.

Are you sure you mean me?

Sure, I mean you.

I'll pick you up in ten minutes.

Sure, I stopped you from going to the
Paris office. What do you think I'm

running around in here?

Academy for dropouts? No, it's a new
service, and you're in charge. Not me,

Maggie, you.

Am I quoting you right, boss?

Right.

I'm responsible.

I also think you're a good writer.

Personally, I don't like you. I don't
like you either. The fact has come to my

attention. What are you going to do
about it?

Quit. Then what? Scramble for another
job? You think I haven't got the guts?

It takes a little guts to stay and work.

How long have you been here now? All
three months?

About that. Why?

It's not long enough.

You start playing hit and run on the
news circuit and you wind up writing

books. All right, I nag at you.

I'm critical.

You're learning something, aren't you?

Maybe. But what I do with my life is my
decision.

Fine. All right, you want to leave? I'll
help you go. I'll put you on the plane.

If you just happen to decide to stay, I
mean, if you get a little bit of sense

of responsibility soaked into your thick
head, then I might stop nagging at you.

Now, what's it going to be?

You know, I never understood you before.

As long as you put it that way, I guess
I'll have to stay.

Until I get you shaped up.

Take the rest of the day off.

Thanks. It's after hours now.

I know.

I read your stuff here. It's not bad.

It's still wordy, but it's pretty good.

You coming to the party?

Yeah.

I'm taking Maggie with me.

You're doing the right thing. She loves
you.

Where are we going well this is a place
where we don't have to worry about being

seen together all right with you

Gracias.

Board.

That's our host.

He's been inviting me to these things
for years, but I don't have reason to go

before him.

Who are all these beautiful

people? Happy people.

Married? Come.

Well, where do we fit in, Paul?

Well, they're in love. You could settle
for that with me.

Private weekend life.

My turn, Paul.

Oh, this is our host, uh, Senor Jose
Rosalinda, Miss Williams.

Paul.

Mayling, my boss, Paul Barton.

How do you do?

Paul Barton.

I love you, Miss Williams.

Don't you want to know why?

What? Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking
something else.

That's what I'm talking about. I have
never seen my friend Paul like this.

Before, he was so straight, sad maybe.

But now, he's so happy. That's why I
love you, Miss Williams.

Why are you crying?

I always cry at parties.

You cry for Paul.

Now, let's see what you can do for me.

I'll let all these beautiful women have
a chance.

How good of you to come, Jane.

Ford is at the bar, I believe.

Excuse me.

That man is so mixed up, he gave his
wife an ink coat and me the

I'm just happy.

Why?

Been thinking wings all fly?

Jane, I didn't know you were going to be
here.

I didn't know either. Divine intuition
brought me, darling. That plus a little

tailing of you and Paul.

Oh, yes, and I saw that big juicy kiss
you exchanged in the taxi.

So let's not waste time pretending
you're not on the make for my husband.

The only thing we have to settle is what
you want.

What is it, Maggie?

Love. Then why don't you go out and play
in the streets?

So, it isn't just love.

Heaven help us, it's true love.

All right, let's talk about that.

What's the goal, sweetie? A nasty little
love nest?

Because believe me, that's all you'll
get, if that.

I've put in a lot of time on Paul
Barton, and no cold -eyed, calculating

viper is going to do me out of a thing.

There isn't anything about him I plan to
give up.

Do I make myself clear?

I guess I'm supposed to say perfectly
clear. The fact is I'm a little

Confused, my eye. You know exactly what
you were doing. Those wide, wide blue

eyes turned on him like red -hot pokers.
It makes me sick. But he fell for it,

didn't he? The big slob fell for it.

In fact, I baited the hook, and your
husband, the big slob, fell.

I trapped him, I flirted with him, and
then I flattered him, and he just

into my lap like a big fat squash
tomato. And where were you while all

going on? Me. Yes, you, the devoted
wife. What were you doing while I was

robbing you of your happily married
husband?

Why weren't you home flirting with him
and flattering him and loving him? Why

didn't you take care of him? Leave him
alone. He doesn't love you. He's only

playing games with you, having fun.

He doesn't give a damn about you.

I feel sorry for you, Jane.

How dare you be sorry for me?

Little tramp.

Any way I can last this up further?

Take me out of here.

Hold on a minute, flower face, while I
explain all this to my little lotus

blossom.

Bailey, do you mind if I... Of course
not.

You killed him.

What you and Paul are doing to my love
life?

Hey, let's go have a drink.

A drink won't help me. No, but it might
help me.

I said one drink won't help. What I
really need is ten of them. Now you're

talking.

My friend, Don Quixote.

Except maybe he doesn't want to be
friends anymore.

Why not?

I failed him. I betrayed every high
-minded, noble -hearted ideal you ever

fought for.

I betrayed.

You certainly did.

She called me a little tramp.

Maybe she's right. Maybe that's just
what I am.

All I did was fall in love.

But as your friend Don Quixote would
say, what about the guy's wife?

Wiped her out of my mind.

No good.

I know.

Oh, Pete.

I'm such a mess.

Well, that's for damn sure.

Tell me what to do.

Forget Barton?

I can't.

Then cry.

Misery. Oh, Pete.

I'm so unhappy.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

You've had too much to drink.

Me?

Would you like me to take you home?

I'd be delighted.

Let me get your things.

So that's the sad story of Fran and
Andreas.

I guess you know about poor Susie and
Emilio.

So there's the three of us. Fran, Susie,
and me.

Nice girls.

Really, really rather nice.

And what happened to us? We all crashed
in flames.

Not even the man across the way cares
about us anymore.

He hasn't been out of...

What? Am I too old for you?

No.

Then kiss me.

I'll put in that call now. What about
Emilio?

Well, she didn't get him for lunch.

Maggie and yes, she's picking up the
teletypes and go easy on her. She's got

head of glass this morning Long

distance you estepona.

I want to speak to dr.

Andres Briones A company business call
me in my office when you get it through.

Thanks

He wants you.

Maggie. Don't.

If you say one nice word, I'm just going
to go to pieces.

No, it's all right. I haven't got any
nice words.

Jane told me everything she said to you
last night.

I don't want to go into it. You have to,
Maggie.

The woman that talked to you that way
last night wasn't Jane.

I made her that way.

She knows how I feel about you. She's
known for months.

You put her in hell.

Paul, I don't feel well for this
morning.

Maggie, I love you.

I can't leave Jane.

I guess I'm not the first man to be in
this spot.

I won't be the last either.

The way these things work out...

So is the man that ends up the winner.

I guess it's really up to you.

Fran and Susie are flying back to New
York tomorrow.

I'm going with them.

I guess I expected that.

I'll never forget you, Maggie.

Anything else, Mr. Burton?

Second fellow all set.

Excuse me. All right, we're finished.

You always said I had a bad sense of
direction.

Now, give me Emilio Lacayo, please.

Oh.

Anyway, congratulations.

That is very nice of you, but why are
you congratulating me?

Well, on your broken engagement, you
know.

Oh.

It's a relief, isn't it?

I mean, she's... Oh, I guess she's one
of the loveliest girls I've ever seen,

but I suppose she's pretty dumb, isn't
she?

Dumb?

Well, I mean, she wasn't very smart with
you.

No, well, you are wrong. She was very
clever, Paul.

She almost succeeded with me.

Do you know that in point of fact, the
only reason why she failed was

Oh, I know. She fell in love with you.

Well, maybe next time she'll be smart
enough to pick out some nice, dumb, safe

guy.

Must be plenty of them in New York.

New York? What do you mean?

Wouldn't you know? No, but... Oh,
they're all flying back to New York

Three of them.

In fact, Jane and I are having a little
party for him tonight, kind of a

farewell thing. Why don't you drop by?
Jane's got a new girl she wants to meet.

Beautiful. No, no, thank you, Paul, but
I cannot make it. Oh, yeah, I guess all

things considered, it'd be better if you
didn't.

Yes. Well, look, I've got to run.

Good to see you, Bill. Good to see you,
Paul. Goodbye.

I find old apartment.

Goodbye, baby, wherever you are.

Adios. Well, anyway, somebody won.

Okay? Yes.

Thank you.

What a way to spend your last night in
Spain. That's good.

I have to sing.

Why? That's what they're paying me for.

We'll make it sad.

Don't worry. I picked this song
especially.

You might even cry a little.

The next time, I'll know the rule.

Next time, won't play the fool. Next
time, I won't make

the same mistake. Not twice.

The next time, I'll play smart.

Next time, I'll watch my heart. Next
time, and keep

it from skating on.

However, the more I say never, the more

I'm so clever, the more you can make my
pressure

glide. And each time...

Clever. The more you can make...

Ladies and gentlemen,

you know this is a farewell party, but
what most of you don't know is that my

wife and I are the ones that are
leaving.

I resigned from Continental News Madrid,
and next week I start at Continental

News New York.

And this little party is kind of our way
of thanking you for your many

kindnesses to my wife and myself, and to
ask your help for my successor, Mr.

Pete McCoy, because God knows he's going
to need all the help he can get.

Paul, what do I do?

About what?

About everything.

Ask Maggie.

No one you know lives twice, mister.

Take my advice, mister.

Give what you got before it's not fair
to give.

Americanos. We've got the pleasure to be
good.